Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.